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The Many Faces of War

Since the first invasion into the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), almost 2 decades ago, more than 5 million people have died in the deadliest conflict the world has seen since the Second World War. It’s an incomprehensible truth when one stops to consider the scale. Each one known to somebody. Each with a face and a name.  Each with a story to tell of a life lived or yet to be lived. The Congo is a beautifully vast and mineral-rich landscape in central Africa but it also bears the scars of wars that have raged for many years and are continuing to terrorise its people. Half of Congo’s inhabitants are under 14 and have only ever known war.

Furaha, as featured in storyFuraha was born in Goma, in Eastern Congo. At just 4 years old, Furaha’s entire existence has been characterised by instability. She is a refugee in her own country, running constantly from the threat of rebel invasion and oppression. The war killed her father. Furaha and her mother desperately sought shelter with other war widows and their children, but food was scare and access to even basic medical supplies was impossible. Desperation is written all over Furaha’s face and yet, Furaha could not be picked out of a crowd. There are millions of children just like her.

In Goma, tens of thousands of people are displaced and find themselves in over-run and unsafe refugee camps which offer little protection or provision for the traumatised and vulnerable. People are too scared to return to their destroyed villages and too damaged by the brutality and oppression they have suffered at the hands of rebels. Women, left traumatised by abuse and rape, bear deep emotional scars, and carry, too, the resultant children. Used as a cruel and barbaric instrument of war, rape will give birth to a new generation of children who will be born into brokenness and chaos.

In one of the refugee camps lives our own ‘Mother Theresa’. A lady whose compassion for the orphaned singled her out in her own village. In Luhonga , a village on the outskirts of Goma, she fought for the children the world does not know. The ones who have only ever known fear. She was there when these children gathered in a hut, all desperate and all terrorised, for their first ever plate of nutritious food. Women like this are named by Hands at Work as ‘Mother Theresa’ because their desire to bring hope and life stands in contradiction to their environment, to their own stories of brutal abuse and to the threat that constantly surrounds them. They are light and life to the most vulnerable. And yet, our Mother Theresa from Luhonga is not in her village caring for the children she has been called to serve. She is too afraid. She remains in the refugee camp and is terrified of returning to her home for fear of another invasion.

Refugee camp outside of GomaAnd yet, the world is unaware. A raging conflict, on a world-war scale, rages in the Congo. And the faces of those most affected are unknown to the world: The children kidnapped to become child soldiers, joining a military regime that killed their own parents, and thousands of women who fled their own homes after they were raped and abused, many of whom had witnessed their own husbands, sons and neighbours being slaughtered.

Hands at Work are 100% committed to reaching the poorest and most vulnerable people in Africa today. And these people include little girls like Furaha and our ‘Mother Theresa’s’ in the DRC. We will stand up for them and make their stories known. We will know their names. We will know their faces. And we will fight for them.

Will you join us?

In Goma, we are working in 2 villages, Luhonga and Buhimba, where poverty and the number of orphans is extremely high, and support services and levels of safety and protection is very low. The threat of rebel invasion and displacement is constant.

But you can join us by doing something amazing with your VOICE, your RESOURCES and your TIME to serve the most vulnerable people in the DRC and across Africa. 

PRAY for children like Furaha and for peace to prevail across the DRC.

SPEAK UP for the men and women who are trying to care for the most vulnerable in their communities and tell others about what is happening in Goma.

To learn more about what it means to ‘speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves’ in countries across Africa, visit our Advocate page.

SUPPORT Hands at Work financially to ensure we can continue to travel into the DRC and to support the work in the poorest villages with the most vulnerable children.

To give towards our work in the DRC or to find out more, contact Hands at Work in Africa: info@handsatwork.org

First day of Care Point feeding in Luhonga village, Goma

daily good

Every so often we see something that inspires us and lets us know that someone else has felt the very thing that we ourselves have felt in the core of our being. In this case, we were blessed by one of our own.  Alicia Krawchuk was a volunteer with Hands though 2013 and we are incredibly blessed by her being with us and by her creative mind which resulted in this video: daily good.

daily good from Hands at Work in Africa on Vimeo.

 

People make the world good or bad.  Bad things happen to good people daily, but still some people remain good despite all the bad they have endured.  I stayed with this family.  They were loving, kind, generous and welcoming to me daily.  Abandoned by their father - mother and grandmother died of aids - they survive on so little, but still they gave me so much.

Women in this community stand together to feed 50 vulnerable children daily.  These women have so little and still, they give so much daily.  Now there is hope for these children.  Now there is hope for these children because good people are doing good.

In this area it is more likely a girl will be raped than learn how to read.  This is the cycle o poverty and aids in Africa.  fragmented  families  > complex situations > fragmented families …

If the good people in these communities stand together, maybe they can break this cycle.  Good people caring for each other daily will help these children to climb out of poverty.

I've met so many good people - heard so many stories - that make me want to fight for good!  for God!

An Advocate Story - Sara Waldvogel

Sara Waldvogel joined Hands at Work as a short term volunteer in September 2011. She now works as part of the Hands at Work US International Office, raising up and supporting advocates who partner with vulnerable communities in Africa.

I had the privilege of coming to South Africa, along with 11 others from around the globe in September 2011.  We spent our first five weeks walking together in South African communities and learning from other Hands at Work long term volunteers.  Following orientation, I was fortunate to go to Kitwe, in Zambia to work with and learn from local Hands at Work leaders like Blessings Sambo and Towela Lungu.

During my time in Africa, I met children who broke my heart.  I became friends with Care Workers who were giving all they had and wished they could give more.  I lived with Hands at Work local leaders in Zambia who took me into their homes as family.  I stayed with a fourteen-year-old girl who gave me her own plate of food which was almost all she had left.  I walked through communities alongside servant-hearted leaders in whom I saw an exhibition of the love of Christ to a degree I hadn’t known was possible.  I was inspired to love in the same way.

By mid-December, I was back home in New York.  There was no denying that I had changed, but I wondered what was next.  I had returned to a culture that seems to prioritize self-advancement with little time to devote to the poor.  Except that there is need in every part of the world.  I realized that it takes a lot of effort to live a life of service to the poor in a place where it is easy to ignore that there is need.  Many people in New York feel that the poor just aren’t trying hard enough to survive and thrive.  Throughout the Gospels, we see Jesus devoting His life to people who others said didn’t deserve help.  Walking with Care Workers in Africa opened my eyes to the truth that we are all called to do the same.

While I had a new passion for the poor and vulnerable in New York, I would never forget the children I met in South Africa and Zambia.  But knowing how to help them from so far away was difficult, but I knew I had to find a way. I decided to become an Advocate for Hands at Work.  An advocate is someone who pleads on behalf of another. I felt like this was what I could do for the children I had met – speak up on their behalf.  I believe an advocate is someone who lives out what is written in Proverbs 31:8-9, which says, ‘Open your mouth for the mute, for the rights of all who are destitute.  Open your mouth, judge righteously; defend the rights of the poor and needy.’ 

I also wanted to encourage others to join me in advocating for Africa’s poorest children by finding sponsors for a specific community and beginning a long term partnership of support, prayers and funding for that community.  

In truth, I find it difficult to ask people to give money to my cause.  Even though there are children in Zambia who I would say are ‘my children’, it is very hard for me to ask people to sponsor them.  Some people have a gift for fundraising; I feel like I don’t!  I have asked myself the question, ‘so how do I advocate for these children if I don’t directly ask people for money?’ 

Hands at Work has a saying, "We are before we do".  Over the last two years, many people have asked me why I do what I do, or they ask me about Africa, or they ask me why I waste time on people from whom I may never see the fruit of my investment.  I see these as great opportunities to talk about Hands at Work and our vision.  People see how much I love Hands, and in turn, they want to be a part of it. 

Being an advocate is not always easy.  I often want to get results quickly and it doesn’t always happen.  I want to be supporting multiple communities, and it’s not happening just yet.  People in cities like New York have plenty of money to give to needy children in Africa, but God doesn’t want them to give money because they can; He wants them to give money because they are filled with His love and can’t help but give to the poor.  Isaiah 58:10 says that ‘if you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.’ 

God wants us to pour ourselves out for the hungry and the afflicted. I can testify to the truth that is found in this verse.  God has changed my life and I’ve never been happier.  As an advocate, I feel that my main role is to live this out in front of people in New York and pray that God uses that to further His kingdom.  If it results in sponsorship money for Hands at Work, I’m thrilled, but more than that, I pray that it results in people around me wanting to pour themselves out for the poor, whether it’s in Africa or New York.

Support us through music

Our old friend David Barbosa is visiting from Australia at the moment, while here he reunited with his old band for a one-off show. Here is a link to his Facebook page, have a look and a listen. You can also find his music on the iTunes store, his album is called The Beauty Of Grace. Proceeds of this album are being generously donated to Hands at Work. A huge thankyou to David from all the Hands family!

Download David Barbosa's album on iTunes
Proceeds go to Hands at Work in Africa

David Barbosa Music on Facebook

Also Kimberly Lee from Canada is supporting Hands at Work with a song from her new album, the song is called Breath Life Again. All proceeds from downloads of this song from now until August 10, 2013 will be donated to Hands at Work AfricaHere's an iTunes link to her latest album called Love That Remains and a link to her website.

Download Breath Life Again on Kimberly Lee's album on iTunes
Proceeds go to Hands at Work in Africa 

Kimberly Lee's Blog

One small church in UK: they saw, they told others and together they became a part of healing in Africa

When Iain and Martin touched down on African soil in February 2013, it was to be the start of something special for them personally, and for their church back in the UK. Long term volunteers, Dan and Jen Waspe invited Iain and Martin to come and see for themselves what is happening through Hands at Work in Africa.  Iain is the pastor, and Martin a church member from Dan’s childhood church, Battisford Free Church. Iain and Martin were keen to find out more about what Hands at Work is doing in Africa and to explore how they could be part of God’s story of transformation in a broken community. They wanted to challenge their church in the UK, to give sacrificially to more than just an organisation; they wanted to have a personal connection to their giving. Iain and Martin could see the privilege of their church becoming true partners with Hands at Work.

In the 2 weeks that Iain and Martin spent in South Africa, they were exposed to true brokenness and suffering. They saw for themselves just how devastated many communities are and how the orphan crisis continues to sweep across Africa. They saw vulnerability in its most severe form. Iain and Martin also experienced the beauty, vibrancy, richness and joy of Africa. They served alongside both local African people and volunteers from Hands at Work. They became part of the Hands family.

Oliver for Oshoek (USA)

By Jungjoo Pak

“MOOOOOMMY~.”  My days often start with my almost three-year-old son hollering for me to come and get him out of his crib.  Who needs an alarm clock when you’ve got young kids eager to start the day?  Most of my days are spent running after my two very energetic boys (Owen who’s almost three and Oliver who just turned one), cooking meals after meals and wiping the floor countless times.  Faces and names of the precious children I met in Africa on my last trip in 2007 often seem so distant and irrelevant to my hectic day-to-day life.  I know this about myself—my tendency to be so self absorbed and caught up in my own world.  That’s why I am so grateful for the opportunity I’ve had to volunteer with Hands U.S. office for the past several years.  More than my small contribution to Hands, I really do receive so much more by staying connected through my involvement.  Every story I read from the different communities adopted by Hands reminds me of the stark reality I saw, touched and felt back in 2007. 

How can I ever forget a precious little girl named Thandazile who fell asleep to my “amazing grace” lullaby with tears rolling down her small cheeks as she drifted into sleep?  She couldn’t have been more than two at the time.  Yet when a bus came to pick her up from a Hands care center to take her back home at the end of the day, she just got in line and walked up to find herself a seat in the bus.  Her independence at such a young age was a necessity for survival.  The image of this little toddler walking up to that bus is still so vivid in my memory.  Now with children of my own, these memories dig even deeper into my heart.

It does seem so overwhelming to think about all the orphaned children in Africa who are desperately in need, both physically and spiritually.  But I am so encouraged by Hands’ focus on reaching one child at a time.  One of the songs that spoke to me so deeply during my trip to Africa was a song called “He knows my name.”  This song talks about how our heavenly father knows every child’s name.  Though often lost in a seemingly insurmountable “number” of orphaned children in Africa, every child is known by God!  This is the approach I’ve been trying to take—trying to be faithful with the opportunities God is giving us in reaching and supporting the most vulnerable children in Africa one child at a time. 

When it came time to plan for my younger son’s first birthday, which tends to be a pretty big deal in my culture, I had a vague desire to somehow use the party to remember and support many precious little children in Africa as we celebrate my precious little son’s first year of life.  At around the same time, I became aware of a small community in South Africa called Oshoek.  This community had been in relationship with Hands for a few years and infrastructure has been put in place to bring in practical help (such as providing one nutritious meal a day for the most vulnerable orphans in the community).  When I found out about Oshoek, I wanted to connect my son’s first birthday to the lives of children in Oshoek.   We sent out invitations to our family, friends and co-workers along with a note that asked our guests to consider bringing a donation for Oshoek instead of a gift for Oliver. 

The party was held at a local park on a beautiful Saturday morning with 80+ guests.  Along with cupcakes and a popcorn bar, I put together and displayed a poster of Oshoek that included a brief community profile along with pictures of the community and its people.  Through the party we were able to raise $855.  I was overwhelmed by the generous response of our guests.  I am reminded through this that there really is no village/people too remote or too small for God.   I know that it is ultimately the Lord who caused us to come to know and remember Oshoek.